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[@Sol Grim] 


“Project Hamilton.” Breckinridge said simply, followed by “South East of Reno...a couple of miles, or so.” 


The knife which took Breckinridge’s life came as no surprise. It was something of a welcome relief, by this point. 


“Semper Fidelis…” he gasped, as blood bubbled in his throat. He hit the ground with a thud, and watched his life trickle away. 


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“Teresa?” 


“Yes, Warren?” 


“They threw my grenade back at me.” 


“Yes, Warren.” 


[b]BOOOOM!!![/b]


The grenade went off with a thunderous bang, raining shrapnel and fire down upon the fiends. A fat metal splinter embedded itself in Warren’s left eye, whilst the force of the explosion knocked him to the ground. He thrashed about on the floor, wailing and screaming in a pile of his own blood. 


“They got Warren, Tessi!” Sid exclaimed. 


“I can see that, thank you.” Teresa hissed through gritted teeth, fiddling with the knobs on her flamethrower. 


“All right, meatbags!” The raider bellowed, some of the mirth draining from her face “Lets see what city-wimps taste like!” 


She squeezed the trigger of her flamer, and a crackling lance of fire hissed across the room, spraying the air just above the bar counter, and spitting flames in every which way direction. 


[b]“BURN, YOU FUCKS!” 
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